Started with Happy New Year spelled out in rails of ******* carefully measuring which letter was largest each of us got one you remember.
Carolyn came with me she was dressed in red she figured that bowl of quualudes was all meant for her.
The gang was all there passing out gifts rusted out back scratchers found in the garage no kids yet.
Sheraton spoke in mysteries his wife Jane hustled me behind the shed Joaquin was drunk on his knees again screaming for ***** and poetry Patti had recently found recovery and I was spending my time trying to convince her to drink. The party didn't begin until Mary and Stuart arrived our personal gurus took us all one step higher. Olivia and Aaron had much to hide. Davey was the ring master.
We didn't have to go to the circus we were the circus.
Little Feat were still willing the Dobbie Brothers in high pitch were still chillin the Dead played amazing riffs Bob Dylan was street legal the Boss was depressed the sound track to our lives.
I gotta job working in a drug free program all the staff sat in a VW van having a staff meeting and passing a joint.
Carolyn and I kinda got married had a big party I knew I was in trouble when she launched herself on the bed of gifts and tried to swim up stream. I learned all the messages of Alanon in one brief flash
Everything passes everything changes we all know that.
I got a real job I wasn't qualified for missed a deadline at school tossed out on my *** no 26 year old Ph.D. for me just another suicide on the horizon saw my grandmother and the white light but also at the job met the future mother of my children and of course she was to be my future ex-wife.
When Carolyn found this out she brought a gun to my work to tell me what she thought about that it ended all right on that night.
I lived in Laurel Canyon in a beautiful garden on Wonderland Avenue John Holmes was my neighbor bigger than life.
1978
It ended as it started with ******* the big chill crowd together again one last look back at the year in Super 8 Davey's traditional dance as historian for the year that passed one last look and farewell.
I've rearranged the names to protect the innocent and departed. let's not forget poetry is truth and fiction. I guess this is now officially a series 1988 can't be far behind. See 1968 if you want to get the beginning of the story.